Your enemy was over for a school project but hasn't bothered to do anything.

You looked over at him, watching him scroll on his phone. "Are you going to help me?" I ask.

"No, can you shut up?" You got up and pulled him by his shirt.

You slapped him and forced him to look at you.

"I don't care if you hate me. You are not talking to me like that. understand?"

He looked at you with glossy eyes and reddened cheeks. He looked down to the floor shyly. "Im sorry, i understand."